My husband left me alone with our 6-month-old twins for a fishing trip with his friends — he came home smiling, but his smile vanished the moment he opened the door

together.

For a while, I believed him.

Then Sadie and June were born.

They were beautiful, healthy, and completely exhausting.

By the time they were six months old, I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept longer than two hours without hearing a baby cry. My days blurred together into bottles, diapers, laundry, naps that lasted eighteen minutes, and continue reading …